Although it’s been happening to me all my life, this past weekend I heard voices in my head. Now before you call the men in white coats to come to lock me away, let me explain.
I’ve been a creative person as long as I can remember. My parents and immediate family members were gifted with many talents. I was surrounded by arts, crafts, woodworking projects, cooking and music. I always found myself bouncing from project to project, many times not finishing the current one in favor of starting another. My mind was a continuous flow of ideas, images and internal conversations.
My happiest times have been when I’ve opened my mind and allowed these creative “voices” to guide me. I was reminded this past weekend that I need to allow the universe to assist me.
I produce a podcast for independent artists and regularly have interviews with musicians. This week I was working on an episode featuring singer/songwriter Sheri Miller. As usually happens I record far more interview content than can fit into an hour long show. My interview with Sheri lasted well over an hour and the topics of conversation varied from music, love, relationships, angels, movies and so forth.
As I’m prone to do, I waited until Saturday to start the edit process and as expected the interview required considerable work to cut it down to size. I had set a self-imposed deadline to get it completed and the harder I tried, the more difficult it became. I was totally wrapped up in my head and the details, instead of letting things come together naturally. It was turning out to be a less than spectacular episode.
Sheri had been one of my favorite interview guests and I wanted to deliver a quality show. So rather than trying a different approach, I kept pushing and ignoring the “creative voices” screaming at me to do better.
Well the universe will always get it’s way. My “that will have to do” version of the show was complete and I started the upload process to my show site. Thats when things started to get interesting.
My internet connection went down and refused to come back for the rest of the evening. Then suddenly, as I was saving the project to my hard drive the computer crashed. Gone were hours of editing. All of the original audio files were intact, but the project file was hosed. I had to start over from scratch.
I took a break and when I returned to the edit process I suddenly started to really hear the words that Sheri and I had said during our conversation. We had talked about the creative process and how being open to possibilities had led to some of her best work. I calmed my mind and suddenly a cleaner and more informative version of the show appeared. Her words and music fit together easily now and it took a fraction of the time I’d spent working on the “lost” version.
I had been reminded that just because my mind may be filled with many voices, not unlike sitting in the middle of a crowded restaurant, I need to take time hear the voice that is leading me to my goal.
The finished product is now on my website. I have no doubt the same “voices” that have guided Sheri Miller and her work were present to make sure I produced content that we would both be proud of. I hope I’ve succeeded.
Don
